The Final Days
Chapter 1: Are You Sleeping?
It was just like any other day and outside the clear glass windows, snow was falling ever so beautifully through the afternoon light. It almost took her breath away… Almost.
Outside, down there amongst the streets and people and hustle, perhaps people were beginning to appreciate the oncoming season… It was December 10th in New York City after all. In here, the bustle busied people as well, there were always people to be tending to, always needing help. But would they help her if she were in their place? It was coming ever closer to Christmas after all…
Shaking her head, she strode through the depressingly gray hallways past other nurses and doctors, a few patients protesting in their rooms about being here, about being stuck here… Besides, they had better things to do. Like getting gifts for their families, or a nice spruce for the house. Didn't you know Christmas was comin'? She shook her head, wanting to help, but they weren't under her jurisdiction. She had to find Doctor Sherman after all… The papers she had, jostled in her hands as she looked around, perusing the rooms.
"Jenny, have you seen Phil?" she asked, leaning onto one of the marble counters, speaking to a middle aged woman whose skin was a beautiful chocolate. She was busying herself with filing under her pinky, the light from her computer screen giving her an odd blue sheen on her face. She looked up.
"Hain't seen Phil since yestaday, Anne. Try room 32A hun." She points down the dubious hallways to her right, throngs of busy people getting in the way of view.
"Thanks Jen." Taking her advice, Anne swept her way towards the room, checking her watch. Damn. It was near to her lunch break and here she was searching for that bird-brain of a doctor.
32A. There we go. Click.
And there he was, that elusive man, sitting with a stethoscope to a young boy's heart. The mother, supposedly, was sitting there on one of those convenient little couch-like things that had had bad tastes for decoration. "Ah, I'll be right there in a sec Anne," he held a finger up, removing the device from the child's sternum and rolling his chair over to a desk, where he scribbled something down on a clipboard. He turned to the mother. "Alright, Mrs. Venn. Dex is all good to go, everything's a-ok. Just bring him back here in two weeks time and we'll see more of his progress, alright?" The lady nodded, taking a quick glance at Anne, then collecting her child, slipping past the nurse and out the door. "What can I help ya with?" he smiled, getting up.
"Well, let's see. We've just gotten one in for the ER, and the patient in room 50B has an unsteady fluid output. Max is out of the emergency but we've got to keep an eye out for him too. Oh, and Dr. Bennignton wanted-"
"Alright, alright. I get the point. I'm getting my ass out there. I'm goin'," he laughed, pretending to run as he walked out the door. He never took anything seriously, that was his problem…
Sighing, she left the room as well, clicking off some light switches on the outside of the door, signaling the room was not in use. Now to go help one of the recovering ER patients. Yes, his case was a strange one indeed. "Mauled in a fight. Damn near got his eyes cut out. Kids these days," one of her co-workers had said. Such an odd circumstance for this one… She boarded the elevator, checking her watch again. All she'd have to do was pop in for five minutes and then she'd be off to that wonderful grilled chicken salad she'd been dying for for the last three hours.
She stepped off at the right floor, Floor 6, and quickly made her way to room 69A, her shoes making odd noises on the cold floor. The bold, black letters on the door marked the correct room. She took a small clipboard from the bin, peruse it's contents and what she should or shouldn't give the patient. She noticed the room's lights weren't on as she entered and the patient looked sound asleep. And he looked pretty beaten up too…
Anne made her way to the bedside, going through a list in her head then performing them. Temperature, blood pressure, pulse, respiration… All seemed normal.
It was then that she got a good look at him. By God, he was gorgeous! Slightly tan just enough to have probably taken a few trips to the beach, dark almost blackish hair falling in short strands over his left eye. He couldn't have been over 20. All of the life support equipment didn't seem to detract from his looks, she was only disappointed that they hid most of it. A vein in his neck pulsated to the beat of her heart, but she was drawn to his face. Oh how she'd love to run her fingers through his silken hair… No, no. This was a patient for God's sake!
Suddenly, she found her stare met by a set of beautiful, dark, hazel eyes. They were strange and entrancing, an odd color for one such as he. She gasped and flew back some. "Oh… Oh my, I-I'm sorry. I was just checking for…" The figure on the bed just blinked a few times and seemed to slip off into slumber once again. Anne brushed back a few strands of her own dark hair, calming herself. It had been on odd feeling, as if he saw right through her in the blink of an eye. But that couldn't be right.
Gathering up the clipboard of the patient's information, she left the room reading the name… Bryan Desultor… Well Mr. Desultor, we shall meet again, she thought to herself, feeling foolishly like one of those cartoon villains that never really quite go away. She snickered to herself, how did she ever get this way? Another look at her watch. That salad was waiting…
My oh my, I haven't written anything like this in... counts fingers Two years! XX So yeah, this is a whole different style from what I've done in the past, but I hope you all like it just the same. I figured I should just stop planning these things out and just DO it as it comes to me. XP We'll just have to see how this goes. 3 Please R&R and no flames please!